#moonlight blessing

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[text] This is a mass text. Does anyone know where I am?

>Do any of us really do?

>I mean I know I’m rich, powerful, handsome, feared, and loved, currently sitting by the fireplace, drinking a martini in my robes, as my favorite record plays gently in the background, all whilst lauding away as my money makes me even more richer, powerfuler, handsomer, feareder, and lovederer

>where was i going with this

>oh yeah

>we just don’t know what are places are in this crazy game called the universe. Whether it’s random or purposeful in its design. You just gotta find yourself and then you’ll know.

>But yeah, no, I don’t know nor care.

>I’m going to assume facedown in a snowbank outside that Painted World club

>again

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[text] Why is there a traffic cone in the shower? And did you wash it with my body wash? It smells nice.

>tht is a restrapeded construction sitte

>where i will build my next next business venture;

>the cone zone™

>we wash, bedazzle ,and massage ur cone so it stays coanonical for years to come

>also i hate u so i used all urb ody wash too

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[text] This is a drunk text message. I am so glad that we are friends. Tomorrow we will eat sandwiches in miniature. We both love dogs. Flower.

>friedns would be a presumptious term, but

>I suppose i can make an exception if we change those mini sandwiches to min-winis. smiley emoji.

>you’re not doing anything I wouldn’t do right now, are you?

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(Double-sided coin moonpie. One moment, its shitposting about six vajeens and posting risque icons of Gwyndolin, the next, serious criticism of roleplay, fantastically worded interactions, and a brief essay on the ontological nature of Biblical angels. I'm sure the other Lin mun feels comfortable with her extended hiatuses because you're around to fit the role.)

Reputation

[*loudly side eyes the ask I just published*

You’re not wrong.

every Gwyndolin blog is cursed with inactivity, so whenever I come online I just need to make the biggest mess of myself to let everyone know that Gwyndolin is in the WORST HANDS AND NOTHING CAN STOP ME (aside from motivation and time).]

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[You are the person I look up to when I write and the one that made for me possible to open a RP blog in the first place. You encouraged me and always were good to me… sometimes I’m so amazed that I wonder if I even deserve your attention... XD I love the way you portray your characters, always so vibrant and alive, opening a window on their complex and, oh, so human personalities. You're a great writer and good person.]

Reputation

[I’m glad you opened an RP blog instead of admiring from afar as you did before. Really, all I did was give you a nudge, the rest you did yourself.

And thank you, I’m glad my characters filled with sin give off that vibe.

Not so sure about the good person, I think that might be your optimism speaking.]

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Haunt Me? (DS1 Sam)

Love Me.

Tap Tap Tap.

She continuously drummed her fingers against the table. Sitting tall, glaring evenly at the book laid out before her. The sound of the crypt filled only with gentle rapping and crisp turn of a page.

With cold disdain she settled her eyes on an entry, a line, a single name.

She interwove her fingers and settled her chin as she pondered the name.

“Is a fool who casts their hat with a despicable lot, to be considered as well, despicable..? Is he but a tool used by his companions, no more dangerous than an unweilded sword?” she whispered to herself.

“Or is a sinner nay but a fool, who takes a path of deprivation and villainy who lies to themselves that what they do has no ill consequences? That his choices are just based on the perspective of his kin and that the opposition is, to him, villainy?”

She leaned closer to the book, scrutinizing the page and illustration.

“Am I thy villain, fool?”

She traced a finger over the name.

“No. I am thy Judge, thy Goddess, thy Lord.... but I shall not be thy Executioner. That... shall be held for another.”

He closed the book with finality.

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Jarrod knelt down before the fog and extended his arm and opened his hand up. A shrunken, bloodless ear sat on his palm. A meager offering, but a huge step. This was his first execution as a Blade of the Dark Moon. His stomach was still twisting to untangle itself; he tried his best to not let his anxiety show. His lowered gaze, unworthy of looking upon the goddess, made this a simple task.

She only stared at the lowly offering, heavy gaze flickering to the boy’s as he averts his own, in shame. Her expression remained unchanged, as she took the single offering.

She gave the slightest quirk of her lips at the coagulated lump of flesh laid on her gloved palm before soon vanishing to stare down at the kneeling Blade.

“It is... a start. But more, more is always required.... Jarrod.”

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Got pangs in my chest from reading Salty Ocean Air. Thank you.

[wow omg, I completely forgot I wrote that since I almost NEVER post my shippy drabbles haha

I’m glad you enjoyed it, this might encourage me to actually finish the supposed part 2]